I suppose if I’m going to live in a van and park at random locations, I should expect to see some random crap go down. It’s inevitable. Right?
Tonight I’m in front of my gym sitting in my van watching YouTube and contemplating whether or not I would like to go inside. A young couple emerges and get into their car; the guy in the driver’s seat and the girl in the back.
She looks like the typical twenty something with the cute gym garb and a ponytail. She’s got curves, but petite. Her boyfriend, I assume, is a skinny, taller kid, also a twenty something with his sandy blonde hair in a Mohawk ponytail as well. Their body language said they were arguing at some point, but I seemed to be witnessing the portion where she gives him the silent treatment.
In the meantime, I’m not paying too much mind to the scene about to unfold. To tell you the truth, it was impressive I noticed them in the first place, being my cellphone held me so captivated.
Within five minutes, I start to hear screaming, and look up. The guy is now in the back seat. The rear door flies open, and the girl is fighting back as she attempts to flee. She makes progress quickly, but he pulls her back inside the vehicle before she can gain any traction.
I stumble for my headlights, in shock. I’m not sure what I’m seeing, only because I find it so unfathomable it’s happening right in front of me. Literally. In the parking space in front of me. I digest the scene, as the girl jets out of the vehicle, and my lights come on.
It was that fast. I distinctly heard her scream, “What are you doing?” just before this moment. Then just as quickly as it escalated, it was over. The guy realized I saw the whole thing immediately, and climbed back into the front seat.
The girl is walking back inside the gym, clearly upset, as the guy pulls out of the space and starts to drive her way. He yells out the window for her to “Come on!” as if it’s her signal to get back in the car, for them to drive away. Maybe to somewhere where there aren’t headlights blaring at you when you want to assert a little control.
She ignores him, and enters the gym.
He backs the car up, and reparks in another spot not facing any cars. My lights are still on, and I haven’t moved my vehicle. I’m just watching. Waiting to see if he’ll get out of the car. After several minutes he finally turns the car off and heads inside the gym. I don’t see them again.
